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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 30, 2013 19:45:38 GMT -8
Sylvia- Sylvia appeared, shotgun in hand, grinning like no body on earth could grin, and looks out into the street and back yard thoughtfully. Far away in the alley, they can see what seems to be dogs milling about, pulling on something.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Oct 31, 2013 2:50:40 GMT -8
Rob moved cautiously towards the group of dogs, trying to work out what they were pulling on. He really truly hoped it was a nice chew toy or an old pair of shoes and not a person or even an ex-person. He shot worried look at the others.
He let out a high pitched dog whistle.
[dice=20](For vision)
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 2, 2013 19:14:08 GMT -8
At a glance, the dogs looked..superficially normal, though he did not see any other dogs with them, though he noticed they moved oddly, on overly long and awkward legs, and their eyes shone back dully. They were far away enough it was difficult to make out what they were chewing on. It could be a zombie. He could swear he saw a hand or something.
Whether it was because he was behind a fence, or because they had not seen him, they ignore him for now, preoccupied with tearing their hapless victim limb from limb.Sylvia- "Ew yuck. Is that rotten enough to be recent?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 2, 2013 23:40:11 GMT -8
Perhaps it was a scarecrow or maybe he was just grasping at straws? He tried to ignore the sick feeling creeping in his stomach. He ripped his eyes from the scene. Rob raised his pipe looking back at the other two. "Does it make it any less disgusting? Should we try our luck and rush them? Or do you want to shoot a few rounds in there?" (( Your welcome. It might be the six hours of dialtone I had today. instantrimshot.com/index.php?sound=rimshot&play=true))
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 4, 2013 23:42:44 GMT -8
Sylvia- "What if it's just a zombie and we're killing someone's poochie? Or some other kind of animal? I can fire into the air but that may not make them go away if they're eating." She stares into the mess and sighs."I can do it if you want me to."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 5, 2013 2:20:44 GMT -8
“Poochies shouldn't be eating zombies, because one second it's zombie next it's fresh people. Slippery slope, Sylvia, slippery slope. I didn't mean shoot them, just scare them off. Well I guess it's rush time then, we need to at least get a grip the situation. That was the mission, right?” Rob nodded towards the other two then moved quickly towards the pack of hounds. He really hoped they were just dogs.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 5, 2013 7:23:10 GMT -8
The dogs turned to face him, staring back from the alley across the street with glowing, slightly luminous, and yet clouded eyes. Their coats were shaggy and unkempt, with pieces of hair missing, and a generally moth-eaten demeanor, shriveled, crusted ears cocked at unnatural angles. The line of the mouth was slightly off-kilter, and gave the strange impression of unevenness, as if a craftsman had an unskilled hand in making these unsightly creatures. [Roll for Robby] Sylvia- Sylvia's weapon made the lightning-deafening sound that only a shotgun could make, firing it into the air, and hoping it didn't land on some poor sap somewhere. "...Damn, I think I might be deaf..." She says to nobody in particular.The dogs flinch, and turn about blindly, before approaching at speed!
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 5, 2013 12:39:59 GMT -8
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 5, 2013 12:52:57 GMT -8
Wolf broke into a run, drawing his pistol as he went. When he got to the yard, he slowed down and listened to hear what was going on. The last thing he wanted to do was jump into the line of gunfire.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 5, 2013 19:46:05 GMT -8
Both Wolf and Robert see the creature move towards them, ambling awkwardly at greater speed than they could have thought possible, followed by several more. Their heads flopped and rolled to either side as they moved, limbs propping themselves into the soil awkwardly as they approached. Three, all the size of a large labrador or larger, headed by a big black shepherd. From this angle, Rob knew what was wrong with the strangely irregular and off-center face of the dog. It resembled someone's work with taxidermy. The slight not-quite-rightness was unsettling, as were the uneven eyes and too-flat face. Sylvia- Sylvia didn't notice the others, and reloaded her shotgun in the meantime. Why wasn't that bullet better spent?"Aug!" [dice=20+4] Breg- He drew his ax and readied it, but was in no hurry to be between Sylvia and Wolf's lines of fire. "Stay back everyone." He instructed the group, to prevent any friendly fire happening today.Adelle- Mrs. Wolfe drew a gun from her side and steadied it, before taking careful aim at the creatures before her. A good bullet should put them down if they were just vicious dogs. Wolf noticed she had no hesitation whatsoever, even as the dogs closed in a relatively short distance in the shootout.[dice=20+4] [rand=2574881203472614335824016504921029329393571242691522774095647037]
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 5, 2013 19:58:59 GMT -8
Wolf realized he didn't have a good enough aim in the hectic action and he quickly holstered his pistol. He whipped off his jacket and swooped it around his forearm to provide at least some protection from a bite. He drew his knife and tried to attract the attention of the attacking creatures. He took a wide route so as to avoid blocking "Detective Wolfe's" line of fire.
He gave a very high pitched whistle."Over here, you freaky bastards!"
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Post by sesamecake on Nov 6, 2013 12:15:54 GMT -8
Dorothy was glad for the action, keeping her from needing to more honestly answer Breg's inquiry. She shot him a shrug and an apologetic smile before taking off at a run toward the sound of the gun.
Circling wide to take in the scene, Dorothy ended up beside Wolf just as he whistled. She took a beat to appreciate the cleverness of wrapping his arm up before yanking a dented metal bat from its makeshift holster on her back.
Swinging it in a small circle briefly, she took up a batter's position next to him, grinning and ready.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 6, 2013 13:20:21 GMT -8
Rob had stop himself mid-charge as the shots rang out and almost forgot himself when he notice the new company. He kept his pole handy, still shooting looks between the new folk and the frankendogs. He got ready to face onslaught from his own side.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 6, 2013 19:16:18 GMT -8
[dice=20] The dog coming towards Rob twitches as several bullet penetrate its body. He could swear the strikes from the others had managed to hit their mark as well...And yet the dogs did not seem injured by the bullets. The dogs look at the newcomers, and then turn to flee. Two was enough for them to handle, but a group of armed men was too much.They flee down one of the alleys.Sylvia- Sylvia managed to reload, and points it at the dogs. Her expression is a strange mixture of elation and fear. She shifts nearer to Rob to help protect him from the onslaught. "...!" [dice=20+2] Breg- Breg prepares in case the dogs rush them. [rand=57629627292044463654943469446152481167429150082174805609635077417]
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 7, 2013 15:24:57 GMT -8
Robert stood strong next to Sylvia in case they came back. He shot a confused look at the others then put on a determined face. “Should we chase after them? Sylvia and I can have handled them alone, we're strong enough. Ah top form though guys , top form.” He gave Emily a pointed look before returning his attention on the fleeing monsters.“Well, they are somebody's but they are sure as hell are not poochies.” [dice=20+2] ((In case of Re-doggy attack/ running after.))[rand=963406780967488996207083808258183717887506354601668555964715779]
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